St. Nicholas - Poem by Sophia Demas
The Village of St. Nicholas stood on a mountain top
with its white painted homes like snowy sheep in flock,
standing form centuries ago, you thought it would never die
until that day of darkness, that Nazis set their eyes
that set their eyes on St. Nick with evil in their hearts
and turned the lovely mountain peak into a volcano top
they burned the village of St. Nick with all it life content
the screaming of the lives blazed was nothing like you've heard
and then the voice of one exceeded all the cry
"My Country are you still around or have you put to die?"
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